that's right,
since it's the weiner guy's birthday month,
he's loading up on tattyblastin' sits.
i'm not sure,
but something may quite probably go to eleven.
(that's definitely what SHE said!!)
but around the corner, so to speak,
another 'nother dose of man-ham is being measured and meted out today.
administering punishment to each other, in one way or another,
and swapping old house advice....
there are much worse ways to spend an afternoon, believe me.
still,
cocktoberfest seems to be happening a few months early this year.
who wins, kids?
i do.
for some reason,
i keep thinking of nathan's on coney island....
yesterday was our buddy casey's big berfday bonanza.
we got lattes and hung out in town,
enjoying a small sampling of vacationy funtimes.
i've discovered the secret ingredient to surviving the influx
of vagrants, vacationers, vehicles, and villains;
what is it?
go undercover as one of 'em,
and run amok in the downtown scenic district.
making use of the otherwise underappreciated awesomeness of 'up here'.
we doo-doo that sh!t so hard, my ninjas.
and it is GOOD, too.
i've got reproduction early american antiqued crackle-laquer on my mind,
and a full day of headaches, heartaches, and handcramps to enjoy.
one of these days,
i'll have a fully-functional electronic computerbox station set up at home,
and pictures of the in-progress palace and woodsly goodness refuge
will absolutely have to be displayed.
until then,
it's weiners and heinies;
never quiet, never soft....
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